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Last night! I was taking out the trash and felt a little naughty so I popped a squat right next to the side of my house. 

On 7/20/2022 at 10:42 PM, Lilly bowman said:

I pee behind the shed in my yard all the time

Same here!

My older brothers liked to torture me like this when I was younger. Sometimes I would make it, others times I needed to relieve myself in an unconventional spot. If my parents were home, I could usually just tell them and they would force my brothers to get out of the bathroom. But if they weren’t home, my bladder would be in for a rough time!

Last weekend, I took my kids to their favorite park. We all bundled up and walked over. I noticed my urge to pee only a few minutes after we arrived, but I ignored it. There was no way I was thinking about peeing in the disgusting park porta potty, especially when it’s freezing out! But my bladder didn’t like that. While talking to one of the other moms there, I began fidgeting, but she thought it was because I was cold. I let her believe that. But as my urge got worse, I had to resist the urge to grab my crotch in front of her. I started to regret drinking all that coffee at breakfast. It piled on my bladder faster than i thought it would. But as much as I hate those porta potties, I realized that I might need to use them very soon. My kids showed no sign of being done playing, and I knew my bladder wouldn’t last that long. So, even though it was a bit embarrassing, I asked the woman to watch my kids for a second while I went to pee. As soon as I entered the porta potty, my urge shot up. I had to double over in order to keep myself from losing it. I’m not sure if it was my frigid fingers, the cold hard leather, my bulging bladder, or all 3, but I couldn’t get my belt done in time. No matter how much I grabbed my crotch, crossed my legs, and tugged on my belt, by the time I got them undone and assumed a “high squat” over the toilet, I had a huge wet spot on my jeans. When I finished peeing, I quickly buckled back up, thanked the woman for watching my kids, grabbed them and left. 

For some reason, I’m too confident in my holding abilities, which ends up in me being caught short at least a couple times a week. Last week, I had a decent urge to pee while out in public. No kids with me, so it should have been an easy, quick bathroom trip. But I was quite busy, so I put off my urge until it was more convenient to take a potty break. Despite fully knowing my history of embarrassing potty mishaps, I still thought I could hold it. I probably could, but I didn’t account for the unpredictability of New York City. Suddenly, I was starting to regret my guilty pleasure Starbucks order while walking to the subway station. I probably should have looked for a bathroom, but I just kept walking, eager to get home. While waiting for the subway, I started to think, “uhhhh, should I have gone? Nah it’s probably fine, I’ll make it. Probably. Maybe? Hopefully?!” 
I got on the subway and tried to take my mind off my urge by scrolling through social media. As we kept going through more stops, and more and more people got on, I got to the point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I crossed my legs and put a hand in my crotch as discreetly as possible. This didn’t last long, as my urge seemingly got greater and greater with each stop. My heart sank as I realized that there was a high chance of me not making it. 
I looked at the current stop. Nine more to go until it got to mine. And I knew that my stop had a bathroom. I anxiously counted each stop, like a kid staring at the clock, waiting for school to end. When we were down to 6, I had to start using almost everything in my power to not leak. Just before my stop, I felt a big leak. I didn’t look around but I’m sure at least one person was staring.
When it finally got to be my stop, I rushed to the door before we completely stopped, which caused me to almost fall over. My concentration, for a split second, broke, causing more piss to squirt out into my panties. I quickly caught myself and bent over to contain the leak. As soon as the door opened, I ran to the single occupant ladies toilet and prayed that there wasn’t anyone in it. My prayers were answered. 
When I entered and locked the door, I got total tunnel vision. Nothing else in the world existed at that moment besides that toilet. I didn’t notice the incredibly foul stench or my sweaty hands. I dropped my purse on the floor and immediately went to work getting my pants down. I got my belt undone first try, which is surprising considering that I usually fumble with it when I’m super desperate. But it took me at least 10 seconds to even get a decent grip on my button. It wasn’t budging. It was hugging my waist too much, and the fact that my belly was hanging over it didn’t help. Earlier in the day, when I had to choose between maximum comfort and highlighting my curves, I made the wrong choice. A common problem for curvy women like me. My knees buckled and my hands kept slipping as I fiddled with my button while making all kinds of weird whimpering and grunting noises out of desperation. Any progress I had made trying to undo my button was reversed when I felt a big spurt and had to double over to contain it. I bit down on my lip hard and used every single bit of strength and concentration I had left to get my pants down. I looked down and saw my light blue jeans getting darker by the second. “No no no no…” My dam finally burst, and all I could do was hopelessly fiddle with my button as I flooded my jeans. I leaned against the wall and let a satisfying moan of relief. I actually had to get in 2 or 3 from how good it felt. Even after my bladder finished, I stood there for a good few seconds, closing my eyes and catching my breath.
When everything calmed down, the true weight of what just happened hit me: I had a full accident in public. I finally got my button undone and took off my pants and panties. I didn’t even bother with my panties and threw them out. My pants looked like I had just jumped into a pool. I was so exhausted from that whole ordeal that I sat down on the toilet, forgeting that there’s probably at least 8 prehistoric rediscovered diseases on it. It felt a mixture of shame and excitement from the rush of adrenaline. I cleaned up as best as I could and put on my spare panties and pad. I got out of the bathroom and did the accident walk of shame all the back to my house. I proceeded to take a very thorough shower. My accident was all I could think about that night, and I felt even more excitement from before, so I, uh, dealt with that excitement and went to bed. I’ll let you use your imagination for that. 

12 hours ago, Alygal1331 said:

Every time I’m going to lift something heavy, I go pee first because 100% just the muscles you use for that (at least for us with this anatomy) seem to put extreme force on your bladder muscles. I’ve had a couple times where I was lifting a 50+ lb item at work, and I accidentally released an unnoticeable spurt of pee into my panties because of the force on those muscles. Never released my entire bladder though! 

It’s the same with me. My previous job involved some heavy lifting, so by the time I got to my lunch break, I would look down and notice my panties were wet. I got used to wearing a pull-up for that reason. Now my job isn’t like that anymore so I don’t leak nearly as often. 

I love squatting outside too, but I’m stuck between that and peeing standing up. It feels more fun to pee standing up like a man, albeit it’s more difficult.

Both me and mom are a bit too shy to admit when we need to pee, which has lead to some unfortunate situations for us. I remember once when we were on a long car ride to my grandparents house, which was a few hours away, and she casually asked me if I needed to use the bathroom. I told her I didn’t, even though I really did, and we kept driving. I kept my legs tightly clenched and tried to casually slip my hand into my crotch to hold it. She then asked me if I was sure a few minutes later. She looked worried and looked like she was straining her muscles. She started to bite her lip and leaned ever so slightly forward while rubbing her thigh aggressively. We kept driving for a little while until I started doing the same thing that she was doing. I asked my mom to pull over, but it took another 20 minutes before we found a gas station. 
 

When we finally pulled over, we both ran to the toilet. I pulled on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. I started potty dancing and using all my strength to hold it in. My mom was doing the same. She normally tries to hide her urge even when she’s desperate, so the fact that she was doing a very obvious potty dance meant that she was super close to disaster! 
 

I was whimpering a little so my mom tried to comfort me, but we both knew that this wouldn’t end well. We were both cursing under our breath, which is probably the most I’ve ever heard her curse. I felt myself leaking, and I saw my mom inspecting her hands, which meant that she was probably leaking too.
Not one minute later, I felt myself losing control and my muscles giving up. My mom closed her eyes, and in a second, I could see her face muscles staring to relax. She let out a moan of relief and let it all out into her pants. She looked at me, (I was still potty dancing with tears in my eyes) and said, “it’s ok sweetie, just let it go.” I was hesitant at first, but my body was losing control, so I literally had no choice and stopped trying to hold it. We stood in front of the bathroom door and emptied our bladders into our pants. It felt so good that I didn’t care that there were other people in the parking lot that were probably having a field day watching us.
After we finished, my mom lead me back to the car, where she pulled out our bags and pulled out spare clothes. We walked back to the bathroom after the woman finally came out. While inspecting the damage, I noticed that both of our jeans were completely soaked, like we took a dip in the pool with our clothes on. Both of our shirts were also slightly wet with piss. I think it’s because I was grabbing a lot of cloth to try and hold it. Our hands were also soaked with piss from all the leaking, so that might explain it. 
 

We stripped off all our wet clothes, which was super awkward, considering that we were getting completely naked in a gross gas station bathroom, but it didn’t bother me in the moment since the accident was much more embarrassing. The shock from the accident was still there, so we just relaxed for a little while before hitting the road again. And of course, we both had to pee again very soon after, and like every 20 minutes after that since our bladders were so weak. 

I have an old pot with a broken handle under my bed for this exact reason. Initially, I did it because when I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait for someone to get out of the bathroom when I needed to pee, so I kept an old pot for emergencies. Now, I mostly use it for fun. But I also use it for convenience. I usually wake up in the middle of the night because I have to pee, and I hate having to get out of bed, so I use the pot and dump it out in the morning.